The spring breeze brushed past the treetops, and the rooster had already announced dawn.
The gentle morning sun pierced through the thin paper over the window, softly illuminating the young woman's face, now that she had become a wife.
That day, the girl who was accustomed to rising early unexpectedly opened her eyes more than half an hour late.
When she opened her eyes, the person she loved was lying beside her, and faint joy welled up in her heart.
Her eyes shifted coquettishly. Then she slightly raised her delicate chin and shyly pecked her husband on the lips.
Her cheeks flushed as she gently and slowly drew open the bed curtains, preparing to get out of bed without waking her husband.
However, the moment she rose, her wrist was caught. She was suddenly pulled back beneath the covers and into her husband's arms.
"Little Lin, it's time to get up. I have to go practice my punches." In her husband's embrace, Chen Jia lightly pounded his chest and said coyly, "It's already more than half an hour late."
"Don't practice today." Jiang Lin still refused to let go of his wife.
"That won't do. Mother told me not to slack off in my cultivation just because I got married. I want to reach the Martial God Realm."
Pressed against Jiang Lin's chest, the girl spoke in a soft, honeyed voice.
"It's fine even if you don't reach the Martial God Realm. No matter what you become, you'll still be my wife."
"No, no. Hundreds of years from now, Elder Sister Qing Wan and the others will still be so young, while I'll be the only one who has grown old and ugly. That wouldn't look good."
"I don't care."
"But I care."
In Jiang Lin's embrace, the girl raised